WARNINGS: Brief implication of past sexual assault/rape, dissociation, derealization
These titles are becoming less serious and more memey and that's just how it be
"Hinata, make sure your signals are clear when you run!"
Morning practice was almost over, and everything went pretty average, to say the least. Tanaka had taken his shirt off four times, Noya yelled "ROLLING THUNDER!" every half hour or so, Kageyama and Hinata were working on their new quick, Kiyoko was stopping Asahi and Yachi from freaking each other out, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had been caught making out in the club room...
All normal circumstances for the Kurasuno volleyball team. Except, Daichi noticed, for his boyfriend. He and Suga had been dating for the past two years, known each other the past three, and they could read each other well. Daichi could tell when Suga was having an iffy day, and worked hard to make sure that it wouldn't take a downturn. He called out any time he was going to touch him, and since he wasn't on the starting lineup he wasn't often in a place where he was that close to the others (especially the first years, who didn't know that Suga didn't like to be touched sometimes), today he and Kageyama were working together, and Kageyama wasn't touchy-feely either.
Well, until they met up, about to leave. Ukai called the team over, talking about their upcoming competition and the training camp to follow it. Takeda mentioned that Nekoma would be at this training camp, prompting Tanaka to take off his shirt and wave it around, yelling.
Tanaka, who was right next to Suga. Tanaka, who, despite his best efforts, wasn't very good at reading other's body language.
Daichi watched as his vice-captain and boyfriend froze up, almost imperceptibly but it was still there. He shook it off quickly, but there was still a slightly distant look in his eyes. Daichi would have to keep an eye on him.
~*~
Suga didn't notice his reaction until he walked to his first period, when the person next to him asked why he wasn't smiling like normal, and if he was ok. Suga assured them that he was, taking notice of his flat tone of voice, how it felt impossible to make any expression and the numbness where there would normally be emotion, how it felt like he was running on autopilot.
Ah, dissociation, my old friend. How I despise you.
He had noticed the quick stab of fear when Tanaka had half undressed next to him, and the now-unfamiliar discomfort while changing in the locker rooms, but he hadn't noticed he had gone back into this particular coping mechanism.
First period passed in a haze, as did second. But in third, someone (clearly who had the mindset of a middle schooler), made a sex joke and moaned, and all of a sudden it sounded like he was underwater, colors becoming monochrome and everything feeling like a dream.
Well hello derealization. I should probably call Daichi now.
After excusing himself from class (thank you, 504, for letting me escape), he felt the world shift a little, and his depth perception began going too. He quick pulled out his phone (which his brain tried to tell him was a hallucination, he spent almost a minute trying to put his finger through it in proof before remembering his original task), texting the only person in this stupid school who knew what was going on, and pressed against the wall.
You: dissociation and derealization are kicking my ass
Dai <3: Ok baby, I'll be there in a sec, can you tell me where you are?
You: dunno. colors are gone, everything sounds underwater. idk how far out of 3 period i walked
Dai<3: That's alright, do you see any signs?
